Music Video

Kodak Black - You Do That Shit [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dieuson Octave
Dieuson Octave
Songwriter
Joshua Cross
Joshua Cross
Songwriter
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cassius Jay
Cassius Jay
Producer
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer
Dyryk
Dyryk
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lu Diaz
Lu Diaz
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
****, you do that shit, aye
Rollin' that piff, aye
Put that tool on that chick, aye
Yah, yah, yah
[Verse 2]
State tried to give me eight, I told it, "You do that shit"
Rememeber kickin' doors, I knock the screws off that bih
Lil' shorty fucked up, I might put that wool on that bih
Ain't sleepin' on that money, I don't snooze on it
Aye, all you **** pussy, I put some lube on it
When my top drop, they mouth drop like, "Who own it?"
They like, "Who in it?"
They like, "Who he is?"
Heard that **** wanted beef, I told him, "You eat it"
[Verse 3]
You can't book me at no club, nah, I just do arenas
Sniper Gang in the building, my whole crew geekin'
Chopped up in the ride, shit gave it a new meanin'
I found out 'bout my son, and he gave me a new reason
I'm hotter than a sauna, but I swear my jewels freezin'
And my shoes bleedin', yuh
I might move to Venus, yuh
Ball like Gilbert Arenas, yuh
Lil' shawty want my semen, yuh
Shawty want my species, yuh
Can't even have my feces, yuh
Homie want a feature
I might fuck my teacher, yuh
And I love my P.O., aye
Gettin' chip like Frito-Lay
I cant' be killin' people, aye, I got on Gucci sneakers
No, I can't be killin' bitches, gettin' blood on my Givenchy's
[Verse 4]
State tried to give me eight, I told it, "You do that shit"
Rememeber kickin' doors, I knock the screws off that bih
Lil' shorty fucked up, I might put that wool on that bih
Ain't sleepin' on that money, I don't snooze on it
Aye, all you **** pussy, I put some lube on it
When my top drop, they mouth drop like, "Who own it?"
They like, "Who in it?"
They like, "Who he is?"
Heard that **** wanted beef, I told him, "You eat it"
[Verse 5]
Ay, like real shit, my ****
I can't be shootin', it's gettin' blood on my Giuseppe's and shit
****, you do that shit, aye, Sniper Gang
Rollin' that piff, aye
Put that tool on that chick, aye
Yah, yah, yah
Written by: Bill Kapri
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